LAUREEN'S POV
To determine if we were going to go back to Los Angeles together, I sat with Tristan that evening to review the contract he had signed with my sister, Laura.
“I’m not birthing you a son, Tristan.” I said for the eighteenth time that evening.
“But that's the main aim of the contract, Laureen. Come on!’ Tristan argued.
" There's no way I'm having s*x with you, Tristan. Talk more of having a smaller you. I'm not doing that to myself. Moreover, what's with leaving the child for you and going my way? My child? How sure am I that you won't kill him while I'm away?” I said, laughing and Tristan's brows furrowed.
“Come on, Laureen . That's ridiculous." Tristan said again, and I kept nodding no.
" You'll find a surrogate,” I told him.
" What? I don't want that, Laureen! If I di
